Poetry 365

scene 1,
we’re sharing gentle smiles,
genuine echoes trailing
our words. faint whispers
turn into distant screams
as time lunges at us
with our personal hell.

but we trail tulips
amongst a field of
lonely little petunias,
so why doubt? love
will keep us alive.

day by day, i’d walk
you home and saying goodbye
was never enough for me.
we’d stand on your
broken porch and become
lost in words, floating
through the abyss
of what we try
to conceal in the shadows
that follow us.

scene 2,
the back door
is splattered in red, and
I always knew your lows
were low, and now you
remain lifeless with the devil.
we talked about this, we
poured secrets and
insignificant thoughts
that are now so clear.

i knew you’d feel blue,
i was the sun that was
supposed to come back up
from darkness, but light
never crossed your path.

hands painted red, and
I could’ve stopped this.
I don’t want to die,
your eyes are etched in
a wall of pictures that
crumbles in my mind.
you didn’t see my eyes
in the back of your mind,
for I sit here, waiting
to be swallowed entirely
by the demons that followed you.

I’m scared of dying, will
we able to share apologies?

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